Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 47: I hate being a Princess

A/N: Chapter is a bit long, some mild teasing in the middle. nothing too crazy.
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I hate being a Princess. Well most of the time. Like when I am being announced as a guest again, and my boyfriend being displayed like a prize cattle. The amount of lust that grew when he took the stage next to me was borderline inappropriate. Like I know he looks good, but come on guys. He is being announced as my Royal Consort, which is the simplest of terms means that this a serious relationship, past the courting stage, like a pre engagement sort of thing.

He looks about an uncomfortable as I do and when he takes my hand a squeeze it. He kisses my cheek like he was instructed to do the stands behind me on the step below me. Some weird ass power display. Like I give a shit if Asgard doesn't approve of my mortal boyfriend.

Faux Odin announces the feast in celebration of our relationship and it takes everything out of me not to scream no. I understand this is how it works and I get it's tradition but I mean come on. Why do we need some party celebrating me in a committed relationship? Isn't that weird to anyone else?

I hightail is to the backroom and blink myself and Bucky back to my room. I walk into my closet and take off the tiara I was wearing. I snap myself out of my dress, and pull on some normal clothes while Bucky changes too.

I take his hand and we head down to the archery fields. Asgard soldiers practice on foot or horseback. A stable boy set up a few more targets for me at different locations despite my distinct argument that I could do it myself. It was his honor. His honor to what, make my life easier? Why? What good does it do him? I will never understand that.

Bucky stands next to me as I line by hand up, sort of like a gun, and concentrate on aiming my energy blast. Barely a two on the energy scale sends me flying backwards. If the ground wasn't so hard it would almost be fun. It's almost like flying, which of course I had to try next.

Dets: "I've got an idea, but you are going to fucking hate it."

Bucky: "You're going up aren't you?"

Dets: 'How in the world could you possibly guess that?"

Bucky: "Your eyes every time you get thrown backwards. You're too smart and just the right amount of insane to think it's a good idea."

Dets: "No, but seriously, how did you know that is what I wanted to try next?"

Bucky: "I pay attention to you Doll. I saw the spark in your eyes this morning when you saw how much power you had. I knew we would end up here eventually. If you didn't suggest it I was going to."

Dets: "You're crazy literally matches my crazy."

Bucky: "For better or worse."

Dets: "We getting to that stage already Soldier?"

Bucky: "Maybe you should let me take you on a proper date first?"

Dets: "Ohhh, what did you have in mind?"

Bucky: "Dinner, dancing, a stroll through the park?"

Dets: "Not bad guys, blood, guts, and glory?"

Bucky: "As much as I adore watching you kick some serious ass, I would like to show you my other skills."

Dets: "Fine, I accept your request for a cheesy 40s themed date."

Bucky: "40s themed?"

Dets: "Yes Soldier, 40s themed. No one does strolls through the park anymore unless they are a serial killer or old as.. well.. you" I cough to cover a giggle that escaped and he just looks at me like I offended his entire state of being.